When I lived in the North East at this time of year, while crisp and lovely there too, it always had the specter of those gray biting winter days nipping at the edges. Here, it's a totally different view point. It sounds something like (in local speak) "Thank God winter is coming." While it doesn't beat March and April here from a gardening standpoint, late September through early December is Heaven on Earth here weather-wise. Nearly every day is a glorious day.
The garden has perked back to life a bit. Most of the flower colors are faded and Octobery looking, with exception to the roses, most of which will flush out several times between now and December. The little patio pot rose, Marie Pavie, is much more fragrant in the fall, easily discernible from 10 feet away. This is the second year in a row this has occurred to me, and I have no idea why that might be. And the greenery is all sighing in pleasure at the retreat of the summer sun.
|Out of control potato vine|
|Fuzzy leaf "Wandering Jew" and Holly Ferns|
|Elephant Ears, Impatiens and Hydrangeas|
|Pot Garden w/Marie Pavie|
|Backdoor with murderous Garden Hose who has tried to kill me on multiple occasions|
There is also a lot of work to do on the parking garden which is still in it's infant stages. Some work this fall might mean that next year I could even be able to take a picture of it without cringing.